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viernes, 15 de enero de 2010

Lousy "The Babylon District"

Lousy "The Babylon District" LP/CD (2003) Knock Out Records.





L.F.F.L

Lousy Forever Forever Lousy


CARNIVAL OF VANITY

Sometimes I think  this whole shit is not the scene
The chicks, the gays look like a bad-wathever-dream
Today you must have a special style, your opinion is not enough
Show them who and what you are, with your clothes that make you tough

Welcome to the carnival of vanity
To the biggest meeting of stupidity
Welcome to the carnival of vanity
To the biggest meeting of stupidity

Carnuval of vanity
You don’t belong to me

Take a look at what is in and out because you want to belong to it
Be careful with the choice of your band-shirts, maybe they aren’t hip
No idea what’s going on here… “Shit happens nobody sees me!”
That’s the thing because this is not the truth, the fashion-police’s got an eye on you


FIGHT WITH ME

I sit in my den, do nothing again and again
I lead my silent class-struggle, out of this holy muddle
I don’t need no visitors and I don’t need no friends
Fight wiht me the password is “Against”

Against the system, against the rich
Against explotation and plitics
I don’t leave my home ‘cause I have a mission
Fight against consumption and the worldwide repression

Fight with me – There is not a reason to wait
Fight with me - Correctness is my fate
Fight with me – Top secret is the way
Fight with me – Little exceptions are ok

I don’t need anybody ‘cause I’m a self-supporter
I shit on you and obey my own orders
But sometimes I’m hungry and I go nervous
It doesn’t matter and I call the pizza-service

CITY’S CHAR

Build my city full of shit you stupid freaks
Keep your ass warm in your townhall-seats
We are the guys who must see this shit every day
Your ideas are unprincipled crap, that’s what I say

What do you think who you are?
The city’s char
The rescuer of the stupids
The nation’s bard

No hearing for the citizen’s dreams
A lot of bureaucratic pgs, a lot of corrupt creeps
We’re just the rabble and I wish we’d start at zero
Stop your crazy shit and maybe we’ll be fellows


SOMESAULTS

Let them drivle away, let them mock
Use your brain and take the chance you’ve got
The problem is you, the solution too
Move your ass, there is so much to do
Enjoy your life with balls, go forward break the walls
Don’t forget your roots, there is nothing to lose
Step on the gas, don’t forget your class
Be nice to each other – especially to your mother

Somersaults in heaven, somersaults in hell
Go your way, don’t look back, who can tell?


THE DISTRICT

I don’t wanna see you on the streets
You and your friends look like some stupid freaks
The stupidity in the face and your girlfriens are sluts
The same clothes, the same hair, your uniform-shit sucks
You’re hanging around with the beer in your hand, this is not pretty cool
My friend, you draw the blank born to be a fool

Please stay in your district
Please stay at home
You are not presentable
Please stay alone

You are the disgrace of society
It’s better you go to jail or madhouse, I’m waiting impatiently
You can help each other by hitting yourself green and blue
Guys with the same clothes, the same hair, their uniform sucks too
You think you are a good citizen and you are in love with your land
This is not the truth, you are a fool and draw the blank



ONE OF THE UGLY

What is wrong in this town?
I sit in my car and driving around
I take a look to the right
Only ugly people on that side
Nasty clothes and stupid hair
Uniformed guys, this is not rake
Frustrated faces look at me so bad
And now I know: the beauties are dead

You are one of the ugly, you are one of the rest
You are one of the ugly, now we are one of the best
You are one of the ugly, and now we know “we are so beautiful!”

The beauties are dead and now we’ve got a chance
A good feeling and a strong self-confidence
What is wrong in this town?
Ii sit in my car and driving around
I take a lookk to the right
Only ugly people on that side
I fel like a butterfly between rats
But I know: the next generation of the beauties is coming next


HOMEFRONT

Go wherever you want, leave us here alone
Go wherever you want, it’s better you are gone
We enjoy the dirt, the traffic and thes smoke
We can’t live without it, even if our hearts broke
Go along the streets, across the green grass
Go along the sidewalk, to break out in a rush
A lot of places to drink, a lot of places to look at
5 minutes to the countryside, a lot of beautiful wood

Strong at homefront
Never surrender
Strong at the homefront
Fight back in anger
Strong at the homefront
In the hand our darts
Strong at the homefront
Proud of our coat of arms
Maybe a lot of insane guys, maybe a lot of scum
That doesn’t matter, you can go for a run
The big shithead in the city is our silent guard
2 steps in the back of a dirty backyard
Bad times follow good times, ups and downs a lot
The same shit like the football-team that we support

WHERE ‘S THE CASH?

Merry christmas and happy new year
A lot of fat food and too much beer
Enjoy these days, the surprise will come
The presents, the money – before it’s all come
Feast no so aggressive, live a little bit simple
The worst month is coming and kills you like a pimple

Where’s the money, where’s the cash?
A look at the account it looks like a crash
Where’s the money, where’s the cash?
It’s hard to believe and maybe for me to brash

I hate januaries, every stupid year
Rent, car, insurance, this month is full of fear
The same old intentions, the whole shit is in vain
Every single year: no money, my food is grain
Save your cahs, save your money
And your januaries are funny!


WORDS OF HONOUR

Take care with your words, think once more.
Take care with your promises, take care with them all.
Words like these are easy to say
But to keep them is hard barefaced guy.


Words of honour, Words of shit
The best example is the fucking politics
Words of honour, words of lie
New mistakes every single day


Promised much and done nothing, only for the shine
Gunner of lies, preaching water drinking wine
The contradiction is luckily the problem for us
And we promise you that we raise a lot of dust.


In the end there is the riot, maybe bloody maybe not
Please think twice before you promise a lot
See ya in the news, see ya on the spot.
I give you my word of honour, but my vote: rather not.



FOR THE HOI POLLOI

No-one likes us we don’t care
We are the aliens from the south-east: beware!
Nobody knows what we want
We don’t need no indication in the front
Stupid casbags everywhere
We don’t tolerate no criticism: beware!
Be cool and consume our shit every day
It’s just lousy entertainment and say...

This is not right, this is not wrong
This is our shit, but it is strong
This is not punk, this is not Oi!
This is the music for the Hoi polloi

No-one likes us, we don’t care
Maybe because of the intellect of our wares
We are victims of life at the beach of society
-but here is the scum and no time for humanity
The sun is shining out of our asses
We do that to enjoy the lower classes
The destination in front, nobody knows now far away
It doesn’t matter travel on and say

This is not right, this is not wrong
This is our shit, but it is strong
This is not punk, this is not Oi!
This is the music for the Hoi polloi


TALKING MOUSTACHE

(No lyrics at the disc)


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